| If we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones
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| And they won’t pretend that they’re too busy or that they’re not alone
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| And if we can call them friends then we can call
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| Holler at them down these hallowed halls
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| Just don’t let the human factor fail to be a factor
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| At all
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| Don’t, don’t you worry, about the atmosphere
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| Or any sudden pressure change
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| Cause I know
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| That it’s starting to get warm in here;
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| And things are starting to get strange
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| And did you, did you see how all of our friends were there
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| And they’re drinking roses from the can?
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| And how, how I wish I, I had talked to them
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| And I wish they fit into the plan
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| And we were tired of being mild
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| We were so tired of being mild
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| And we were tired…
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| I know we’re going to meet some day
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| In the crumbled financial institutions of this land
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| There will be tables and chairs
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| There’ll be pony rides and dancing bears
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| There’ll even be a band
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| Cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries;
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| No currencies at all
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| We’re gonna live on our wits
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| We’re gonna throw away survival kits
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| Trade butterfly-knives for Adderall
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| And that’s not all!
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| Ooh-ooh, there will be snacks there will
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| There will be snacks, there will be snacks
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| And we were tired of being mild
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| We were so tired of being mild
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| And we were (we were so) tired…
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| So don’t you
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| Don’t you worry
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| About the atmosphere |